The Art Of Getting By.

At home I try to design something, it has to be good. Everything I do it just for nothing. For me. Or for boredom. This is for something.
I sit down at my desk with my utensils, and just start designing.
Then there is a knock at my door. It's jack. I hide my design under a paper i know is work.
"Hey Gerard, what are you doing?" He asks.
"Just finishing my Trig assignment" I lie with ease. And pretend to work hard.
Jack nods at me, "good man, that's what i like to hear." He says in approval, then walks away.
As soon as he is away I swap the papers over again and carry on with my design. Being careful with it.

As I walk into school again, I see Frank, Will and Zoey on the same table as the day before and smile at them, they're planning the party still by the looks of it.
I walk up to them. "Will." I say, and hand him my design, all three look at it and smile.
"I love it man" will says.
"Nice celebratory mood" frank jokes at all the slightly morbid things with monsters and blood, making us chuckle a little. "Perfect for a party" he says this time serious and smiles at me.